I graciously allowed My slave to fly across the country to fix Me a special Thanksgiving meal. It was actually a very delicious meal and I ALMOST enjoyed it all.. except for the fact that My slave was staring at Me like a sad puppy wanting a helping of My dinner. It’s funny how sometimes he pretends to be so human, like I’m actually going to let Me sit down at the table and eat haha. No no slave- you don’t get to do that, but if you want to eat so bad I’ll give you some. In fact, I’ll throw it in your face! I’ll make him sorry he even had the audacity to interrupt My meal with his petty request. I even top it off with something special: My one if a kind Empress gravy… My spit! Who couldn’t be grateful for that??